Sitting on a branch of the fig tree, I gaze to the east, watching to horizon, where the calm, dark ocean meets the light sky. I lean to the trunk, with one arm around the trunk and the other around my legs. A cool breeze rushes up to me, through the branches and moving the leaves, the slightly salty tinge to it tickling my nose gently. I inhale deeply, taking in the crisp, clean smell. I lean closer to the trunk and close my eyes. I open them again and gaze at the vines below me. The view from this fig tree is amazing... being able to see a part of the vineyard and my little part of the Mediterranean is the best part of being here, in the south of France. This is my little place on this world.
today's sunset!!!
the sun is at a slant, clouds just below it. there is an orange glow on the horizon as the sun sinks behind the clouds, hundreds of shafts of light, yellow and orange, peak from behind the clouds. the ball shines from a gap, the shaft of light just for me. i lift my face to it, watching the strong, powerful waves race toward the shore, crashing on each other and the beach. the closer to the horizon, the deeper the orange color. clouds are most thick 'round the sun, more flanking them, thinning out to the south and north - to the left and right, respectively. the sun has disappeared behind the clouds now, but shafts of rays shine through, dying the clouds golden yellow, the farthest reaching ones the brightest yellow and golden. just south, the sun colors the sky a pink-orange color. as i watch the sky change colors, a cool breeze makes me shiver. the waves continue to crash toward the shore. the sand shifts under me as i move, taking in the scene. the golden rays are gone n
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